Leading the entire sect to victory, this useless girl amazed the world of cultivation!

"Oh, right..." Seeing Ji Wushuang lost in thought, her expression slightly dazed, Zhu Yan raised his hand and tapped her forehead, smiling, "Let me correct you. You've been a great help to me. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to successfully overcome the Dao Tribulation. You help me, and I protect you. This is what should happen, so don't feel any psychological burden, because we are... friends, no, close friends."

Close friends?

When Ji Wushuang heard these two words, his mood suddenly brightened, and the answers to other questions in his mind seemed less important.

For example, if he had no hand in her birth, why was she born a ghost?

For example, why was she able to awaken the power of no system?

And her innate understanding of the languages ​​and consciousness of various races, their affinity for her, and so on and so forth...

Because she knew he would not lie to her.

She opened her arms and gently embraced the young man (?) who had done everything in his power to help her, and whispered, "Thank you... my dear friend."

Zhu Yanyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hugged her back calmly. His slender fingertips gently stroked the back of her head, and he said softly, "No need, my dear friend."

Manman on the side: "..."

Tianyan, who had inexplicably escaped the disaster: "..."

Good guy, you don’t care about this?

Are we no longer curious about or interested in those questions and doubts? So why were they trembling just now?

Tianyan emerged from Ji Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness, holding a handful of melon seeds and handed them to Manman. The latter took them and ate them without hesitation.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

“Ka-ka-ka…”

After they finished eating all the melon seeds, Ji Wushuang and Zhu Yan were still sticking together.

both:"……"

It feels like they are not eating melon seeds, but some unknown grain.

Tsk, I feel a little full.

Ji Wushuang realized later that he had been hugging her for a little too long. He coughed lightly, pushed him away with a little force, and said, "Well, then why did you pretend to be a clone?"

Zhu Yan chuckled, "I wasn't pretending. That was indeed a spiritual clone. Unlike ordinary clones, I attached my true consciousness to it. It's just that at that time, my thoughts were a little confused by the laws, so I did something a little inappropriate. If others knew that my true consciousness was inside the spiritual clone, wouldn't that... damage my dignity?"

Lost your sense of proportion?

Ji Wushuang couldn't help laughing when he thought of Zhu Yan, whom he used to like hugging, clinging to, and holding high.

Zhu Yan speaks so elegantly, actually he just wants to "save face".

He was afraid that his glorious and majestic image as the Lord of the Underworld would collapse!

"Hahahaha..." Ji Wushuang couldn't help laughing, his laughter was particularly hearty and clear, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Seeing her smile, Zhu Yan couldn't help but raise his lips. He deliberately lowered his voice and added softly, "Thank you very much, Xiao Wushuang. Actually, I have no memory at that time, but I vaguely remember what my original body looked like. I always thought I came to you with a mission... and I was afraid that I would be summoned back by my original body..."

"Is this why you fall asleep so often?"

"Yeah." Zhu Yan lowered her eyes, the light in her pupils being gently shattered by her eyelashes, shining brightly. "Because at that time, I didn't know my own identity. I was only afraid of being separated from you..."

He even had an impulse at that time, how great it would be if he could replace the "original body"?

It was not until his spiritual clone's power was exhausted and returned along with his original consciousness that he suddenly understood what this emotion was...

It's envy.

The envy of oneself.

The consciousness in the clone is his, but he still can't help but wonder, Ji Wushuang likes the little him who has no memory, but what about the big him who has regained his memory?

Will he like it the same?

Will you accept it the same way?

Although it sounds a bit funny to say it out loud, Zhu Yan was indeed troubled by this for a long time.